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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Ralph McTell

Irish Girl

 

Irish Girl

(album: The Boy With A Note - 1992)


What will he do now he's a man
And he should be settling down?
If only he'd marry a local girl
And stay right here in town
Now he's living the artist's life
And he's taken the poet's role
He's fallen in love with an Irish girl
And she's captured his heart and soul

What will they do when they are wed?
A poet's pay is poor
Sleeping at night in a borrowed bed
And traipsing from door to door
I don't know and it worries me so
But they've gone and taken their vows
And he has married his Irish girl
So they'll have to manage somehow

What will he do when the children come
As the children surely will?
How will she cope when he drinks 'till he's numb
To forget all his debts and bills
She's not much more than a girl herself
Now a lover, mother and nurse
But he has married his Irish girl
For better or for worse

For a handsome man she would be a gift
But for him she is a prize
With her high complexion and her corn-blonde hair
And her blue and knowing eyes
Now they wake in each other's arms
And she is the poet's wife
And though he may wander from his Irish girl
He will love her all his life
And though he may wander from his Irish girl
He will love her all his life

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